In my family, it’s customary to tell embarrassing stories about your friends and loved ones when celebrating a big life moment. Weddings, graduations, birthdays–whatever the case may be, nothing shows you care like a little rib jabbin. Given this, I feel obligated to tell an embarrassing story about my fellow Charlotte Food Blogger, Brooke, who is expecting TWINS!
When I first met Brooke, the brains of Baking with Basil, she was just a few months pregnant (and nowhere near the size she is in this photo). We crammed into a car with Vanessa and Jamie and headed west for the Food Blog Forum in Nashville.
On the trip we shared some close sleeping quarters, so I was sure to warn the gals about my peculiar sleeping habits. You know, the sleep talking, sporadic sleep walking, and the occasional mid-night fisticuffs I engage in. I shared a bed with Brooke, so I had purposeful intentions of being on my best sleep behavior so as not to disturb the wee ones. In the middle of the night I went in for one of my trademark flip-and-rolls and accidentally booty bumped Brooke right in the belly. I remember the instant horror that washed over me as I bolted upright in the bed trying to determine if I had in any way injured the mama or the cargo. I held my breath waiting for a sign, or a sound, or a grunt of some sort, but Brooke didn’t budge. After a few terrifying minutes, I laid back down as straight and stiff as possible all the while clinging to the edge of the bed so as not to stray back into baby territory. I don’t think I slept the rest of the night.
Crap… wasn’t I supposed to be embarrassing Brooke here?!
